Pudaga had a look on his face that told of a wish for the answers to the priestess' questions. All he had for sure was a sigh. His eyes averted from the priestess as he came up with what he thought he knew. [i]"The path ahead is not clear right now. We have no connections in Leyawiin, or anywhere in Cyrodiil, really. If there is work to be had in the city, we will likely stay until we decide what to do - whether to try and head to another city in Elsweyr or somewhere else."[/i] Pugada put a hand to his chest, [i]"This one is a potter by trade, but he will take any work available. My wife is a washerwoman, and my mother-in-law is a retired nanny, though..."[/i] Pudaga looked to her.

Gati smirked, [i]"It there's a kitten that needs minding, this one could stand to work again. Though most of her work is minding this kitten here,"[/i] Gati pointed to F'sresa.

[i]"Yes, it goes the same for all of us, in recent days,"[/i] Pudaga glanced to F'sresa. At least they had medicine for her. [i]"All the same. Priestess, your offer is most generous."[/i]

While Tzirret had been into plenty of chapels before, he breathed in to answer Ma'tanza and found that he had no idea. "Well...at least as old as the city," he guessed, "Though, all the early stories about the divines have big, magical, powerful people, so Tzirret could believe it would be easier to build this back then."

Tzirret then turned his head around both ways in turn, looking for something. He stopped looking at the altar below a stained-glass window of a blue-green robed woman with a small smile. She had a circular halo of hair and a flower in her hand. Trying not to draw attention to it, Tzirret placed what looked to be a bracelet made from bone beads and leather into the offering bowl by the woman's altar. Tzirret gave the window one last hopeful look, and then turned to Ma'tanza with a smile.

"Tzirret does not remember much of his mother, but he does remember being told that there are some Khajiit gods in these places." Tzirret pointed to the man with the half-dragon-half-bearded-man head, "Alkosh and Akatosh are the same..." Tzirret's hand went to a similar blue-green woman to the one he left the bracelet for, but her face was more serious and her hands were cupped together, "...Khenarthi and Kynareth, too..." Tzirret pointed similarly to other windows, "...and Mara, S'rendarr...probably others as well. This one never paid them much attention. Imperials think they look like Imperials, though. That was always strange."